Wit Will Shine Through The Harsh Cadence

I Learn To Pity Woes So Like My Own.

Whatever Is, Is In Its Causes Just.

We First Make Our Habits, And Then Our Habits Make Us.

Let Fortune Empty Her Whole Quiver On Me, I Have A Soul That, Like An Ample Shield, Can Take In All, And Verge Enough For More; Fate Was Not Mine, Nor Am I Fate's: Souls Know No Conquerors.

He Is A Perpetual Fountain Of Good Sense.